Page 45 of Knight With Benefits

“Just—I don’t enjoy pain.”

I ground my teeth so hard I couldn’t hear over the sound of it for a moment. When I realized my fingers were digging a little too hard into her flesh, black claws sprouting from the tips, I eased my grip and forced myself to relax.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t be afraid to tell me if I go too far with anything. I won’t be mad.”

She blinked at me, her throat working before she dipped her chin in acknowledgment. It was hard to voice things about our traumas, and I was proud of her for speaking up, but I knew she wouldn’t want to dwell on it, so I kissed a little higher on her thigh before letting my lips lift in a smirk.

“Tell me something youdolike. Should I finger you while I suck on your clit, or should I just tease your entrance and make you wait for penetration?”

Eyes widening, her lips parted as goosebumps rose along her legs. She seemed to search my face before her tongue slipped out to wet her lips as she looked away.

“I—I don’t know.”

Chapter Twenty

Gwyn

Carl froze and I knew he was staring at me, even if I couldn’t meet his gaze. It wasn’t that Anthony had never gone down on me, an omega’s slick during their heat was a drug to alphas, even the scent gave them the feeling of being high, but my heats were the only time he’d done it, and those times weren’t very clear afterward.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to try it both ways then.”

His rumbled words were followed by his lips on the inside of my thigh again, making the muscle tense even as it sent a shiver up my spine. Each kiss as he moved closer to my core made me tighten, until I was trembling with the strain.

“I think we’ll start with just teasing.”

I sucked in a harsh gasp at the first touch of his tongue to my lower lips. As hot as I felt, his tongue was a brand on my flesh, burning a trail along my slit.

Adjusting his grip, he pulled me open, the cooler air of the room only touching me for a second before it was replaced with the warm gust of his breath.

“You’re so wet for me, and you smell so good.”

The sensibilities I’d been raised with said his words were taboo. You might enjoy relations with your partner, but you didn’t say things like that. It was dirty, and part of my mind enjoyed the thrill of it, even while my blush spread. I’d thought things like that when seeing to my own needs, but it was something else to hear them aloud, coming from an alpha I was attracted to.

Putting his mouth to better use than talking, Carl ran the tip of his tongue from my entrance up to my clit, pulling away as my hips lifted in search of more. He did it again, a whine slipping out of me when he ignored my silent plea.

“So pink, and sweet. You taste better than I’d imagined.”

Part of my mind caught on the fact that he’d been imagining anything about me, but the majority was tangled up in the sensations he’d created. His broad shoulders stretched my hips, making the muscles protest, and his beard was somehow both soft and rough as it brushed against me each time he dipped his head to my center. His tongue was hot and wet, his lips firm, and he even used his nose to nudge my clit as he licked around my entrance.

I clenched and writhed, the tension coiled in my belly winding so tight I felt like I was going to snap. My legs had started to shake, my hips rocking in a frantic bid to get what I needed to push me over the edge.

“Say it. Tell me what you want, Beautiful.”

There was no demand in his tone, just a gentle coaxing, as if he had all the patience in the world. As much as I wanted to scream at him to let me come, my jaw clenched around the words, refusing to let them out.

“I plan to take my time with you this go round, so I can wait as long as you need to be able to say it. It’s just a few easy words.”

He peppered his promise with little licks and kisses, and I met him with a frustrated growl that had him chuckling between my thighs. Wrenching my eyes open, I couldn’t even remember closing them and tossing my head back, I saw how much he was enjoying tormenting me.

Just a few easy words.

They felt insurmountable to someone who’d always kept as silent as possible. I’d had no choice over how my body responded to Anthony, but I’d made a point of never showing the forced pleasure any more than I could help. It was hard to fight past so many years of practice remaining mute.

Keeping his eyes on mine, Carl dipped his chin, flattening his tongue overtop my clit and moving it in slow, gentle circles. No matter how I bucked or thrust my hips, he managed to keep the light pressure and easy pace.

The growl that spilled from me was pure instinct, my omega side unhappy with the alpha we’d let into our nest. He was there to bring pleasure, to satisfy the need throbbing in my core, not tease me until I wanted to rip the beard right off his face.

“Please!”

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